7. Cillian
Chapter seven
Cillian
“ I t was the jeans, wasn’t it?” Nova asks, her voice slightly slurred when I stand and press her against the window with my body.
My hands cup her cheeks while I tower over her. “It’s everything about you, sweetheart.”
Her nose scrunches into an adorable grimace. “Sweetheart?”
“Not a fan of nicknames?”
“Not a fan of being called sweet in any capacity. Seems a little disingenuous.”
“How about the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”
“Better.” Her lips tip up in a half smile.
“Or I could go with tempting vixen who has me so damn hard my cock is ready to punch itself out of my pants.”
“That’s a mouthful.”
“I’d like to give you a mouthful.”
Nova laughs. That feeling I had in my chest earlier, seeing her smile at me when I laid eyes on her at the bar, comes rushing back. I fucking love the sound of her laugh and the way her face lights up, even when she’s laughing at me.
“I walked right into that one,” she groans out.
I bend my head down, needing to taste her smile. Nova lets out a moan as our tongues tangle in a dance that feels like we’ve been doing forever. Maybe it’s all the times I fantasized about what she would’ve tasted like if I’d let myself indulge when we met. I’ve pumped my cock so many damn times to the thought of being on my knees and eating her cunt. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my hotel when she was pressed against me as we were dancing at the bar.
After we texted earlier, I truly had no expectation to come back here with her. Desire? Yes. Did I change my hotel room with the hope that she would be here with me tonight so I could finally taste her and sink into her like I’ve been dying to do for the last month? Fuck yes, I did. What do they say about luck? It’s when preparation meets opportunity or some shit. I prepared, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let the opportunity to have Nova naked against the glass as I ate her out pass me by.
Her hands find my shirt and she begins undoing the buttons as we continue to explore each other’s mouths. The taste of her on my tongue mixed with the whiskey she drank earlier is something I will never get enough of. When she finishes with my shirt, her hands move to the belt buckle of my pants, undoing the leather and ripping it out of the loops with a flourish. Her deft fingers then find the button of my pants, and she opens it before pulling down my zipper. Nova breaks our kiss to trail her lips down my chest and over the hard planes of my stomach, her tongue licking between each groove of muscle on display before she kneels in front of me.
“Your turn,” she tells me with that damn smile on her face—the one I haven’t been able to get out of my head.
“This isn’t tit for tat.”
She looks up at me, her brow arched in question. “So, you’re saying you don’t want me to suck your cock?”
“I am absolutely not saying that. I would never say that. I’m just letting you know I didn’t make you come with my mouth expecting you to return the favor.”
“Why did you, then?”
“Not a day has gone by since meeting you that I didn’t wonder what you tasted like. Your mouth, your pussy…I needed to know.”
“Did you consider maybe I was wondering the same thing?” Her hand reaches into my boxer briefs, and she pulls my hard cock out. Stroking her hand along my thick shaft a couple times before reaching forward, she slides her tongue from root to tip before she puts me in her mouth and sucks me back deep into her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, reaching to place my hand against the window behind Nova. “Goddamn, baby, your mouth…” I can’t even form words to express how amazing her wet mouth feels as she nods her head back and forth.
Releasing me with a pop, her green gaze meets mine. “Are you done trying to talk me out of this?”
“Yes, yes. God, don’t stop.” My other hand tangles in her hair, guiding her back to my cock for her mouth to take me in again. She lets out a little laugh that turns into a deep moan when she sucks me in deep, her tongue swirling over the head every time she moves back. The intensity of pleasure flowing through my bloodstream is so overwhelming I almost lose myself to it. But her mouth isn’t where I want to come inside her for the first time. I take a step back, and she releases me before looking up at me with a questioning stare.
“I’m not going to last long in your mouth.”
I grab her under her arms then pull her against my body, taking her mouth in another bruising kiss before pulling away suddenly and turning her toward the window. Nova’s hands slap the glass as mine comes down on her ass, leaving a red handprint. When I lave my tongue over her stinging flesh, she lets out a needy moan, tilting her ass higher in the air.
Bending down to grab my pants with one hand, my other moves to her front, and I begin strumming her clit with my fingers. I open my wallet, but my fingers have to leave her perfect pussy for a moment so I can pull out the condom inside. Once I have the condom in hand, I toss my wallet behind me somewhere, not giving a shit where it lands and tear the wrapper open.
“Fuck, Cillian. Hurry.” Her voice is so fucking needy it sends shivers of excitement through me. I’m making her feel this way. She’s as desperate to be filled as I am to finally sink inside of her.
When I’m sheathed in the latex, I grab her hips and bend my knees a bit before slamming into her waiting pussy.
“Oh, my God!” she yells and slaps the glass with her palm.
The sensation of being inside Nova for the first time is nothing I could have prepared myself for. Her tight heat swallows my cock over and over as I pump into her like a madman. Sweat drips down my back, and I catch her blissed-out gaze in the window. She’s fucking stunning with her eyes half-lidded and her mouth parted as moan after moan falls from her lips. Watching her ass shake with every thrust is so goddamn erotic. I never considered myself an ass man, but she was right—when she showed up to the bar in those skintight jeans, it was everything I could do not to run my hands over every mouthwatering curve in front of the whole damn place.
“God, I’m so close,” she moans.
I slide the hand grasping onto her hip around and begin stroking her clit as my cock slides out and slams in.
“Get there, Nova. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Something primal overtakes me as I lean down and bite her shoulder. Nova screams in pleasure as her pussy clamps down around my cock, the noise echoing off the glass. I can’t hold back any longer and my cock jerks inside of her as I come inside the latex. The power of the orgasm nearly knocks me to my knees, but I steady myself, placing my hand over hers against the glass with our fingers locking together in a tight hold as we ride the wave of our orgasms. My lips graze her shoulder where I’ve left a bite mark.
“Sorry about that.”
“I’m not,” she pants. “But just so we’re clear, you aren’t some kind of vampire or blood-sucking demon, right?”
My laugh is raspy as I pull out of her. “Um, no. I’m not a fictional creature that hunts victims in the dead of night.”
Nova turns and wraps her arms around my neck, a smile playing on her lips. “I mean, I’ve never seen you in daylight. It’s a fair question.”
“It’s a weird question…”
“It’s New Orleans. Weird shit happens here.”
“You have some interesting ideas.”
Nova laughs before pressing her mouth to mine for a too-brief kiss. “And you’re fun to fuck with.”
She drops her arms from around my shoulders and walks to the door leading to the bedroom, her delectable hips swaying with each step she takes.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
When she reaches the bedroom, Nova turns the handle and lets it swing open before turning around and leaning against the frame. “You said you were going to give me an orgasm for every time you had to fuck your hand the last month. I figured we’d move into the bedroom. I think New Orleans has gotten enough of a show for the evening.”
Nova cocks her head to the side as she waits for my next move. I don’t make her wait long. In four long strides, I’m at the threshold of the doorway. I stop in front of her and bend down, pick her up, and lift her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise as I continue into the bedroom.
“Brute,” she laughs out, slapping my bare ass. I turn my head and bite hers in return before bending over and placing her on the bed. Her face is red, and laughter spills from her as I position myself over her, covering her body with mine.
When her lips find mine again, the kiss turns just as heated as it was from the start. The orgasms haven’t seemed to tamper our desire for one another in the least. Nova’s pussy grinds against my hardening cock, and I’m so fucking tempted to slide into her completely bare, but somehow find the will to tear myself away and stand from the bed. I head to my suitcase and pull out a full box of condoms, minus the one I put in my wallet.
“You sure that’s going to be enough?” she asks with a cheeky smile.
“Between my fingers, mouth, and cock I think I can make it work.”
Nova’s eyes widen a fraction before she blows out a long breath. “Fuck me. We’re in for a long night.”
The sun was peeking through the curtains of the hotel room before Nova and I finally closed our eyes. We didn’t make it through the entire box of condoms, but damn if we didn’t put a significant dent in the count. One thing I realized—when she was lying on her back, and I was covering her body with mine, sliding in and out of her tight heat—was there was no way one night was going to be enough to reenact all the fantasies I had about her over the last month. Shit, I’m not sure how long it would take, but probably longer than I have in New Orleans.
My eyes peel open, and I’m met with the sight of Nova lying on her stomach with her face toward mine. Her black hair is covering her closed eyes, and I swipe the locks back. She lets out a very loud and very unladylike snore, which wakes her from her slumber. Her green eyes meet mine, and I smile.
“Jesus, I think you broke my pussy last night,” she says in a raspy groan.
A snort of laughter escapes me as my hand trails over the curve of her naked back and over her ass before brushing my fingers over her center. Nova shifts her legs wider as I gently glide them through her wet flesh.
“How about I kiss it better?” In the one night we’ve been together, I’ve become thoroughly addicted to her taste and the noises she makes when I make her come on my cock or in my mouth—it doesn’t matter. It’s music to my ears either way.
“Mmm, I think that might be a good idea.”
Nova rolls to her side and looks behind me. “Shit. Is that the right time?”
I turn my head and see the clock on the nightstand reads 1:46 p.m. “Pretty sure.”
Her head hits the pillow and she lets out a groan of frustration. “I have to go.”
“You plan on hitting the lunch crowd? Sorry to say, but that might be a tough one. No one is liquored up enough to be careless.”
“You do realize you’re in New Orleans, right?” She turns to face me with a quirked brow. “There’s always plenty of drunk people wandering around. But, no. I have to meet up with a friend.” She sits up from the bed and scrubs her hand over her face. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“Is this a guy friend?” Why am I asking questions that may have answers I can’t care about? Nova has an entire life here that I’m not part of. And besides, I’m not the jealous type.
Keep telling yourself that.
“Kind of. More like a business associate.” The shower turns on before Nova peeks her head out of the bathroom. “Jealous?” That little smirk she likes to wear around me is going to be the death of me.
“Nope. Just curious. I don’t know much about your life here.”
She smiles and ducks back into the bathroom. “Not much to know. I live here, and I work here. My roommate is a bartender at the bar where we first met.”
I rise from the bed and head into the bathroom, spotting her naked form behind the fogged glass of the shower. “You meeting this guy as Charity or Nova?”
“Nova.”
Opening the door to the shower, I step in behind her, and she turns to face me. “What are you doing? We don’t have time for that.” She pointedly looks at my half-hard cock then back to me.
I shrug and bend to give her a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing my shampoo. “Just ignore him. He’ll go down.”
“I doubt that,” she mumbles as I rub the shampoo in my hands, working up a lather before bringing my palms to her head and massaging the suds into her hair. She lets out a small moan and brings her hands to my waist to steady herself with her eyes closed.
“So, business associate? I thought you were a one-woman operation.”
“This is for another job. It’s a big one, and I need some help.”
“From this guy you're meeting with?”
“Yes, Cillian,” she replies dryly. “From the guy who I’m going to find downtown.”
“What’s the job? Maybe I can help. Offer some advice.”
Her eyes pop open and she stares into my gaze, mulling something over in her head. “Maybe you can.”
“You going to tell me what it is?”
Nova tilts her head back to rinse the shampoo from her hair. I watch in fascination as the suds travel over her naked skin and down the drain. Fuck, I wish it were my tongue trailing over her body rather than the shampoo.
“In two days, there’s a charity auction downtown. It’ll be chock-full of richer-than-sin socialites. Several jewelry stores have donated to the auction. There’s a lot of high-priced shit too, not just a few gold and silver bobbles.”
“Sounds like the kind of thing people bring credit cards and checkbooks to, not cash.”
“Which is why I'm not going to lift wallets and purses. I’m going to steal the jewels.” Her smile is wide when she grabs a bottle of conditioner and squirts a small amount into her hand before rubbing it through the ends of her hair.
“Going from pickpocket to jewel thief isn’t as easy as you think. How do you plan on getting in? How are you going to lift the jewelry without getting caught on camera? There are bound to be guards around. Even if you could get to a piece without being noticed, the second they realize something is missing, they'll shut the place down.”
“Exactly. Which is why I need to talk to my friend. He’s a wiz with computers, and I need him to hack into the security feed and erase any damning footage. Then I can grab a couple pieces and be out before anyone notices. A friend works at the Grand Dame, the hotel they’re having the event at, and put me on the guest list. I have an invitation and everything. Figure I’ll get in, figure out the big-ticket items, and find my opening.”
I slowly shake my head from side to side. “Your plan has more holes than Swiss cheese.”
Nova looks at me with disappointment furrowing her brow. “Listen, I know it’s not perfect, but I’m a quick thinker and even quicker on my feet. No one is going to expect a heist during a charity auction.”
“Why are you risking it?”
Nova looks down and bites her lip before finding my gaze again. “I don’t want to keep doing this, Cillian. I never set out to live some life of crime. Lifting wallets gives me enough to live on and a nice little nest egg, but if I’m ever going to get out of this life, I need something that will set me up somewhere else.”
“When people get desperate, they tend to get caught.”
“I’m not desperate, just ready to move on. This is my shot to do that.”
“How are you going to unload the jewelry?”
“I know a few people who don’t ask questions. Figure I’ll hold onto them till the heat dies down then get rid of them.”
“Well, that’s smart, at least. Listen, I’m not saying it’s not doable.” I slide my fingers over her brow in an attempt to smooth the wrinkles there. “I just think we can come up with a better plan. This guy know you’re wanting to meet with him?”
“No. I haven’t said anything yet.”
“So you don’t even know if he’s willing to help you?”
“I can be persuasive,” she replies with a grin, and I don’t like the sound of that one bit.
“You know, I'm good with computers myself. Hacking into a security system would be no problem for me. Along with finding the building plans for all possible escape routes. And I look damn good in a suit if I do say so myself.”
“Don’t you have to get back to Boston to do your…I don’t know…mob stuff?”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “It’s not like I have a time card I punch. I can stay in New Orleans for a few extra days before Finn is going to need me back.” I hope .
A wide smile stretches across Nova’s damp face. “It would be awful to miss the opportunity to see you all dolled up.”
I laugh and pull her warm, wet body against mine, my half-hard cock quickly turning into a full hard-on. “And you don’t have to rush out of here to meet with some guy who couldn’t possibly look half as good as me in a suit. Or be half as experienced with security footage.”
“I just love how modest you are. Really, you should give yourself more credit,” she says in a bone-dry tone.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble,” I tell her before pressing a languid kiss on her pink lips.
When her hand reaches down to take my cock in her fist, the kiss turns fierce and heated, just as it did every time our lips met last night. Her mouth leaves mine and she trails her tongue down my neck, licking and sucking as she continues her descent to my chest. When she lowers to her knees, my fingers brush the side of her cheek before she covers my length with her mouth.
“You don't have to do that just because I offered to help.”
Nova looks up and releases me from her mouth with an irritated scowl on her face that, for some reason, I find insanely sexy. “Are you going to stop trying to talk me out of blow jobs anytime soon? I’m starting to think you don’t like them. Or is it just when I do them?”
“Trust me when I tell you there isn’t a man alive that doesn’t like blow jobs. And as far as you giving me one?” I cup both of her cheeks in my palms. “There’s nothing I love more than feeling your lips wrapped around my cock. I just don’t want you to feel obligated or something.”
“If I have ever come across as the type of person who does anything out of obligation and not because she wants to, then I’m sorry for having given you the wrong impression.” She strokes me from root to tip with a smile playing on her kiss-swollen lips. “Now, may I proceed?”
I lean back against the shower wall, properly put in my place. “By all means, please do.”